Ocean

Winter, 1973. I am done with college. I need to leave New York. My work is complete. I rent a room in a farmer’s house in the mountains of I...

Most of you who read Ocean are not in any way connected with the legal profession. Me, I practiced the stuff and now I teach it. I am likely...

My most recent days have had a lot of December in them. I may not write about it, but I certainly belong to the non-religious bunch who are ...

Caramels, from Vienna, with sea salt sprinkled on them. Mmmmm. Oops, there goes that tooth. Extraction needed. I read Ann's blog post o...

So last night I took a friend and we hung out with the third in my list of cool couples . Typically (but not this time) when I go there, I ...

About my second couple: last night was handed over to another awesome twosome in my trilogy of wonderful pairs. Mind you, when I say these t...

I lost a post. I worked on it in my spare (nonexistant) minutes, I tweeked it, corrected it , sensitized it because well, you know, people a...

In a comment to the previous post a reader wrote: most of my friends are reclusive and therefore they live alone (or words to that effect)....

There are only three of them: couples where I am a devoted fan and loyal friend of both him and her. [They are all a him and a her and I am ...

Saturday night, which happened to be my last night in Chicago, we chased food. Never mind that Evanston has plenty to brag about food-wise. ...

It could be put off no longer. A morning of pleasurable reading, followed by an afternoon of much-needed purchasing. I had three helpful a...

It continues to be cold. Chicago feels like the capitol of Siberia. I don’t want this burst of frigid air, don’t need it, wish it would go a...

Thanksgiving. The wind kicked the clouds around and now there are patches of blue. Baking. Apple pastries, a spice cake, corn muffins, c...

I read in the Tribune: this will be the coldest Chicago Thanksgiving since 1956. That’s almost fifty years ago. I took a walk by the lake ...

I used to live here, though on the south side. These streets were once my streets. So I am back. My first twleve hours. Impressions? My me...

It is noon. My last pre-break meeting with my adorable Torts class. I want to prolong the moment of bonding before attacking them with quest...

Face it, my name tells you little of who I am or what I do. It’s kind of foreign sounding, but otherwise uninformative. But a year and a hal...

Most people tell me they like their names. I think that your name becomes somehow inexorably intertwined with your inner core in a substanti...

I’m going to get beaten for this post, I know it. But what can I say, Ocean says it like it is and today I talked guy talk. Qualification: ...

Lattes. Health Valley peanut butter and strawberry bars. Nouveau Baujolais (but only on the third Thursday of November each year, when it is...